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Kaw Liga was a wooden |
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Indian, standin' by the door |
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He fell in love with the |
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Indian maiden, over in the antique store |
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Kaw Liga ohh, too stubborn to ever let it show |
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So she could never answer yes or no |
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He always wore his |
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Sunday feathers and held a |
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TomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids |
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And hoped someday he'd talk |
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Kaw Liga ohh, too stubborn to ever show a sign |
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine |
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Poor ol' Kaw |
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Liga he never got a kiss |
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Poor ol' Kaw |
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Liga he don't know what he missed |
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Is there any wonder that his face is red |
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Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head |
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Kaw Liga was a lonely |
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Indian, never went nowhere |
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His heart was set on the |
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Indian maiden, with the coal black hair |
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Kaw Liga ohh, just stood there and never let it show |
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So she could never answer yes or no |
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And then one day a wealthy customer, bought the |
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Indian maid |
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And took her oh so far away but ol' |
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Kaw Liga stayed |
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Kaw Liga ohh, too stubborn to ever show a sign |
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine |
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Poor ol' Kaw |
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Liga he never got a kiss |
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Poor ol' Kaw |
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Liga he don't know what he missed |
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Is there any wonder, that his face is red |
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Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head |
